Occasionally, you’ll see a film that’s pretty good, but there’s just something off about it. Like, the director couldn’t get his first choices in the starring roles, so he reached a little and picked up a few actors who were well respected but completelyfuckingwrong for the roles. That seems to be the case here, for Brian Goodman’s writing and directing debut, the crime thriller What Doesn’t Kill You.

It doesn’t look like a particularly bad movie, it’s just that Mark Ruffalo, Ethan Hawke, and Amanda Peet(e) don’t belong in it. It’s a crime movie set in South Boston. And you know: All three of the principals would get their asses kicked if they showed up in Southie without a camera crew and some security. And Ethan Hawke’s attempt at a Southie accent goes beyond laughable bangs a U-ey and drives back toward absurd. Hell, the only person who belongs in this movie is Donnie Wahlberg, and he looks out of place up against Ruffalo and Hawke. And I don’t mean to be an asshole or anything, but I used to work in Southie. There are no pretty people in Southie. Nowhere. There are a few attractive people, mind you, but not a pretty person in sight. Amanda Peet(e) should’ve stuck her head in an ashtray for about 19 years before trying to pull off a Southie Mom.